Hope Williams lifted her head and glanced at her, not blaming her, "I know you were anxious at the time and didn't mean it. I don't blame you. You shouldn't worry about it either."
Aria Richardson lowered her head, her fingers pinching the hem of her clothes, her eyes full of regret.
No matter what, she shouldn't have said those words back then.
Thinking about it now, she feels she was exceedingly over the line.
Seeing her so troubled, Hope patted her shoulder to comfort her, "It's really okay. I understand. Given our relationship, I know you didn't mean it, and I won't take it to heart..."
As she spoke, Hope's phone rang urgently, and she looked down; it was Thomas Hughes.
"What's the matter?"
"Madam, there's trouble; the grandmother of that female reporter has had a heart attack. We're rushing her to the hospital now."
Hope furrowed her brows and sat up straight, "Alright, I understand."